Flower Fields (Carlsbad, California)

It’s been just over six months since arriving in Sacramento, and our time there (this time around) has come to an end. I know it’s a cliché, but it really is hard to believe that the time passed so quickly! We enjoyed spending time with our family, welcoming a new grandson to the world, volunteering at the Yolo County Grasslands Regional Park, and reconnecting with our friends. It took a little effort to “unspread” ourselves – after lighting somewhere for six months, you have a tendency to not only collect more than you need, you also spread out. So the last couple of weeks before we hit the road were spent sorting through everything, getting the rig ready to roll, getting rid of what we didn’t need.

We left Sacramento on Tuesday, March 17th on our way to San Diego. We stopped overnight in Bakersfield, and arrived in San Diego on March 18th (Dan’s birthday!). We were expecting some nice warm weather, but it was actually foggy almost every day we were there, except on Sunday, when it rained! But we managed to get out and do a lot of things during our five days there. We spent time with my sister Jennifer, visited the Flower Fields in Carlsbad (about 25 miles north of San Diego), ate at some nice restaurants, took a 5-mile run on the boardwalk in Pacific Beach, and toured the USS Midway (a retired aircraft carrier docked at the Navy Pier on the Embarcadero in downtown San Diego.) Our visit here was kind of like a mini-vacation, and a great way to start our Spring 2009 road trip!

I’ve attached pictures from our tour of the Flower Fields - 50 acres of extraordinary color in bloom on a hillside overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Check out this link for the history of the Flower Fields: http://www.theflowerfields.com/index.html.

Family Shots

Here are some random shots of my family that were taken over the last 4 months. The pictures include Madeline (my 8-year old granddaughter), Cole (my 3-year old grandson), a group shot of my family at Christmas, Morgan (my 4-month old grandson), and Cecelia (my 2-year old granddaughter).

Family Visit to Chico

December 21st found us on a family visit to Chico to visit with Dan’s son and his family. It was a dry and not too cold day for December, so the plan was to take a short hike in Bidwell Park, picnic by the creek, then back to Jim & Mary’s to exchange Christmas gifts. We headed out to the park with family (Dan, me, Jim, Mary, Hannah, Madeline, Atticus) and dogs (Olive and Penny) in tow, plus a great vegan lunch of baked tofu sandwiches, pickles, olives, and chips. We hiked for about two miles to the edge of the creek, a perfect spot for our picnic, with a big climbing tree nearby that was fun for the kids. We took lots of pictures, talked, ate, and lounged for a while, then headed back to the cars and back to Jim & Mary’s. Christmas gifts were exchanged and exclaimed over, rounding out the day with good Christmas cheer. It was so nice to see everyone and catch up on all their activities. The kids of course grow up so fast, it’s hard to keep up with them! I’ve included some pictures of our Chico Christmas visit.

Visit to Weott, California

One of the advantages of being in the Sacramento area is both Dan and I have a lot of family that live nearby. We are taking advantage of this time to touch bases with as much family as possible before we take off again in March. In December we drove to Weott, a small town in Humboldt County in Northern California to visit with Dan’s sister and her husband (Becky and Alan). Weott is right in the heart of the Humboldt Redwoods State Park, and as you can imagine, the gentle giants that are the Redwoods inspire humility, awe, and delight. The weekend of our visit was pretty cold, and in fact on our way back we ran into a snow storm on Highway 101, so we didn’t get outside too much. But we were able to make the Avenue of the Giants drive a couple of times, get out and touch the trees, and take some pictures to preserve the memory. We also enjoyed our time with Becky and Alan, they were marvelous hosts! In addition to visiting and catching up with each other’s families, they took us to Eureka for a day of shopping, sight-seeing and dinner out at Bless My Soul, a soul food restaurant. Hard to believe how fast time flies, and we were grateful we had the opportunity to spend some time together while we were nearby. Above are some pictures from our weekend visit.

Pt. Reyes National Seashore

The last hike we took in 2008 before the cold weather really settled in was to Pt. Reyes National Seashore. Point Reyes was established to preserve and protect wilderness, natural ecosystems, and cultural resources along the diminishing undeveloped coastline of the western United States. This is another favorite hiking spot for me and Dan. We’ve been here a handful of times, but the beauty never ceases to amaze us, the views never get old, and the gentle rolling hike from the Bear Valley Visitor Center to the edge of the sea is always breathtaking. We were there on November 21st, and it was a clear crisp day, perfect for hiking. After hiking 5.5 miles, our stop for lunch was welcome and since it wasn’t very cold, we were able to spread out on the rocks on the bluffs at the end of the trail very comfortably. After lunch we hiked back to the trailhead and headed back home. This will probably be our last hike in this area for some time to come, as our travel plans take us the other side of the country for awhile come March. Our pictures will help us remember what a lovely time we had that day.

MT. DIABLO HIKE

Sitting here in 41 degree weather in the middle of December, it is hard to believe that less than a month ago Dan and I were hiking on Mt. Diablo in shorts and t-shirts. Granted, we did have an extended warm season in Central California, but once it was over, it was gone! Winter will officially arrive in five days, but that’s only by the calendar; based on this cold snap, I think made an early appearance. I wouldn’t want to be atop Mt. Diablo toady, but last month it was a great experience. This was a hike I’ve wanted to make for many years, but for some reason never got around to it until now. Mt. Diablo is located near Danville in Contra Costa County.

Even though the elevation at the summit is only 3849, geographers claim that hikers can see more of the earth’s surface from the top of Mt. Diablo than from any other peak in the world with only one exception: Africa’s legendary 19,340 foot Mt. Kilimanjaro. Two reasons for the grand views: (1) the mountain rises solo very abruptly from its surroundings, and (2) the land surrounding the mountain—the San Francisco Bay and Central Valley—is nearly flat. The day we hiked was a little bit foggy, but we were still able to appreciate the sweeping panorama from the Golden Gate to the Farallon Island, from the High Sierra to the Central Valley (very similar to the views to be had from Mt. Tamalpais). Geologically speaking, the mountain is a bit odd in that the hiker climbs over successively older and older rocks on the way to the summit; this is exactly the opposite of the usual progression. Much of Diablo’s sedimentary rock, which long ago formed an ancient sea bed, has been tilted, turned upside down and pushed up by a plug of hard red Franciscan rock.

We started the hike about half way up the mountain from a trail head parking area. We ascended a little over 1000 feet in less than a mile, so we climbed up pretty fast. At the top is the Summit Museum, the historic stone building atop Mt. Diablo's highest peak, constructed during the late 1930's of fossiliferous sandstone blocks quarried in the park. The Visitor Center highlights the cultural and natural history of Mt. Diablo State Park. Attached are some snaps from the day.

Calaveras Big Trees

Calaveras Big Trees is like no other place on Earth! Here you will find the Sierra redwood trees, the largest trees in the world. Many tower between 250 and 300 feet tall, but it is hard to imagine trees this size without actually seeing them. Sometimes comparisons are used to help one visualize the size of these giants, like the fact that a sierra redwood many contain enough wood to build 40 five-room homes; a tree may weigh 4,000 tons; they are as tall as the Statue of Liberty. And while their height is impressive, the real wonder of a sierra redwood lies in its bulk. Many of these trees have diameters in excess of 30 feet near the ground, with a corresponding circumference of over 94 feet. It is almost beyond belief that there were those who would have destroyed this unique and wondrous Forest of Giants to satisfy their greed. Thank goodness enough cared to step in and stop the destruction before all was lost.

This was our second hike to the Big Trees. We hiked in both the South and North Groves, for a total of about 7 miles. It was a beautiful fall day in late October and we were delighted with all the fall colors throughout the park.

The South Grove contains about 1000 large sierra redwoods – also known as giant sequoias. The lack of human influence is an outstanding feature of this preserve. Many Sierra redwood groves were severely disturbed following their discovery by settlers in the late 1800s. The Calaveras south Grove Natural Preserve offers a unique opportunity to visit and study this ancient forest ecosystem in its primeval condition.

The trail through the North Grove is an easy, flat 1.5 miles. Inside of the grove you will find markers along the trail that explains and give history of some of the more spectacular trees such as the Three Graces of Greek mythology, The Pioneer Cabin Tree, The Abraham Lincoln tree, The Sacrificial Tree, The Father of the Forest, Old Bachelor tree, Siamese Twins and the Granite State Tree. Views of giant sequoias’ with special twists and formations can be seen.

Mt. Tamalpais Hike

One of the things Dan and I looked forward to when we knew we would be back in the Sacramento area were the many hiking opportunities. Although we like to hike new places as often as possible, we also have our old favorites we like to return to again and again. Our favorites within striking distance of Sacramento include Feather Falls, Mt. Tamalpais, Castle Peak, Pt. Reyes, and Calaveras Big Trees. After things settled down for us following Morgan’s arrival, we got busy taking advantage of the autumn weather to get in as many hikes as possible. As it turns out, the good weather extended well into November, allowing us several opportunities to hit the trail.

We decided to make Mt. Tamalpais our first hike. Mt. Tam (as many refer to the mountain) is just north of San Francisco’s Golden Gate and rises to 2,571 feet at the summit. On a clear day, visitors can see the Farallon Islands 25 miles out to sea, the Marin County hills, San Francisco and the bay, the Golden Gate Bridge, hills and cities of the East Bay, and Mount Diablo. On rare occasions, the Sierra Nevada's snow-covered mountains can be seen 150 miles away. We were lucky to be there on a clear day to witness this awesome panorama.

More than 50 miles of trails crisscross the park, taking you up and down ravines, across meadows and above the fog layer. We chose to hike the Matt Davis-Steep Ravine loop that begins and ends at Stinson Beach. The 7-mile loop features a bit of everything, with waterfalls, redwood, Douglas fir, and oak forests, grassland, canyons, and views galore. Here are some pictures of our Mt. Tam hike.

Morgan Dean

Since traveling full time is a different way of life from most of the people we know, we are often asked questions about how we manage the logistics. For instance family and friends will ask us where we are going next, how long we will stay in one particular location, and how we make those decisions. Being relatively new to this ourselves (on the road for about 14 months now), we are still figuring some of that as we go along. We usually have the next four to six months planned in advance, but one of the definite advantages to this lifestyle is being able to relocate easily, which gives us lots of flexibility if things come up that alter our plans.

Meet Morgan Dean, my newest grandchild. I guess you could say Morgan was one of those (wonderful) things that changed our plans. We hadn’t specifically planned to be back in the Sacramento area at this time until I heard that my daughter Cory was pregnant, and due in September. That bit of good news helped shaped our plans to travel back to California for the Fall, and when we happened upon the hosting position at the Grasslands Regional Park, things sort of fell into place. Here are a couple of pictures of Morgan.

Grasslands Regional Park

To paraphrase Simon & Garfunkel – “Alaska is just a dream to me now…”

I can’t believe it’s been seven weeks since my last blog entry – so much has changed between then and now!! Coming from the far North to central California we have covered thousands of miles and settled into a totally different way of life, at least for the next few months. It was an amazing trip, we saw and experienced so much, and it’s almost impossible to capture this with words or pictures. And now, here we are in Dixon, California, in October, enjoying 80 degree weather when just last week I checked the weather in Fairbanks, Alaska and it was 1 degree. One. Snow already blanketing the ground. So hard to comprehend we were there only a few short weeks ago! This traveling way of life never ceases to thrill, surprise, and delight me!

So here we are in Dixon, as Park Hosts for the Yolo County Grasslands Regional Park. We settled in to our new temporary home the first week in September and soon met with Yolo county staff to finalize the arrangements and go over our duties as Park Hosts. Although Dan and I are both former long-time Sacramento area residents and Yolo County was always a close neighbor, neither of us knew much about the area beyond the city of Davis. It has been fun exploring the rest of the county and getting to know more about this still mostly rural part of central California. Notwithstanding the presence of the University of California, Davis in its midst and the State Capital just down the road, Yolo County remains a relatively rural agricultural area, home to the multi-billion dollar California tomato industry, which dominates 90% of the tomato market in the United States. Grasslands Park is right across the street from acres and acres of tomato fields and the first month we were here, we couldn’t believe the truck loads of tomatoes running day and night as they finished harvesting the late summer crop.

Grasslands Park is a 320-acre park that contains significant natural resources and habitat for wildlife species, and also serves a variety of existing active recreation uses, including model airplane soaring, archery, and horseshoes. As Park Hosts, our duties include opening and closing the entrance gate at dawn and dusk; maintaining the park host living area; and walking through the park to monitor guest usage. We are really enjoying our stay and our assignment, and like saying “we live in a park”!

Florence, Oregon

Every year during my childhood, as far back as memory takes me, I traveled from Orangevale, California to Oregon and Washington to visit relatives on our summer vacations. My father had two weeks off each summer, and we would drive on I-5 and Highway 101, making stops along the way to visit with Aunts & Uncles, finally arriving at our final destination in Hoquiam, Washington where my grandparents lived. For many years my great Aunt & Uncle lived in Florence, Oregon, and that was almost a guaranteed stopping place on our first day of travel. I have very fond memories of spending time in Florence and playing in the nearby sand dunes, visiting Sea Lion Caves, and enjoying the Oregon coast. My Aunt & Uncle moved from Florence to Hoquiam when I was still a teenager, and from then until now I had not been back to Florence. When Dan suggested we hunker down somewhere on the Oregon coast between our visit to Washington and our return to Sacramento (to avoid being on the road during the Labor Day traffic), and when he randomly suggested Florence, I couldn’t have been more pleased.

We arrived in Heceta Beach (3 miles north of Florence) on August 27th. Our RV Park is a 10 minute walk to the ocean beach, and when everything settles down in the evening, you can hear the waves from our 5th wheel. We drove into Florence that day and try as I might, I couldn’t relate it to anything I remembered from 30+ years ago. I really wanted to find my Aunt & Uncle’s old house, but didn’t know where to start. My mother and sister said they could drive to it if they were there, but no one remembered a street name, or specific directions. The dunes were familiar, though, and I appreciate the beauty of the Oregon coast more now than I ever could have as a kid. The weather has been (mostly) cooperative so we’ve been able to take walks and runs on the beach, ride our bikes into and around Florence, and take one longer hike on a trail in the Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area. My Grandparents are buried in Coquille, about 65 miles from Florence, so one day we drove to the cemetery to visit their gravesites and pay our respects.

I have enjoyed revisiting some of the memories and places of my youth. Things are never quite the same as you remember, but that’s not always a bad thing. New experiences, blended with the old impressions, can combine to form something even better. I found this to be true of the visit to some of my old stomping grounds.

Next Stop: Sacramento!

Valdez, Alaska

On 8/8/8 we arrived in Valdez, our last planned stop in Alaska. Valdez is a very small town (population 4020) located near the head of a deep fjord in the northeast section of the Prince William Sound. It is surrounded by the Chugach Mountains, which are heavily glaciated. (I was able to see glaciers in the mountains that surround the area just by gazing out of our windows.) The natural setting for Valdez is one of the most beautiful on Earth, and it has been called the Switzerland of Alaska. A beautiful walking/biking trail winds through town and the outskirts, and we were lucky enough to get in one long bike ride and one run during our short stay (between rain showers). Oil from the Trans-Alaska pipeline is loaded onto ships at the Valdez oil terminal, here where the pipeline terminates.

Although we could have spent twice as long in Alaska and still not seen it all, we are satisfied with our experience over the last three months. And other things are beginning to tug at us. Hitch itch, a new grandchild to be born soon, another volunteer hosting position. So, “time to move on, time to get going, under our feet, grass is growing”. Later this morning we will rig everything for travel, climb into the truck, throw in our “Travelin’ Tunes” CD, and be on the road again. Our trip back to the lower 48 will take is into Seattle in about nine days. After a brief visit with family in the area, we head back to Sacramento for about six months. This was a great adventure, and although I am ready to move on, I will never forget this most wondrous and unique part of our county.